Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
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Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.